Going On Strips

Dreams. The re-telling of which is, I am aware, of zilch interest to anyone apart from the dreamer. However, this might elicit amusement from Corkonians of the Art+Love circle; that wide but narrow clique from the Palace and The Group via the...

My husband was not impressed when I came home and declared “That was the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes off!” I was very impressed. As he had a quiet morning at home, my friend Kathryn and I had spent two hours doing...

It’s not losing our glasses that causes us the most grief anymore, not even losing our keys or the odd sock….it’s our telephones. Our personal telephones are like our gods, they are called a different name in each religion and each culture, but essentially, they...

It is the last Sunday in August on Lake Annecy. It is 38 degrees, and I am alone, sitting at the dining table on the terrace, shaded by a loggia of jasmine, wisteria and clematis, eating my Sunday lunch, before packing my Stand Up...

In Berlin, where many old accommodation blocks are built around courtyards, by law, a second staircase is provided for emergencies. Our apartment, on the fifth floor of a century old ‘Altbau’ is three sides of a square in shape. At one side is the...

Over the weekend, it got progressively colder, which is as it should be of a Berlin January. It was so cold on Saturday that on the square expanse of wind-whipped Alexanderplatz a young couple, laughing, hunkering down by the U Bahn entrance pulled...

What a wonderous thing is the human body – as wonderous a thing as a pelican (his beak can hold more than his belly can.) Two days ago, on Sunday, the Feast of St Brigid, in Ireland called the first day of Spring,...

In Berlin there are so many bloggers, so many artists, so many little photographers (with and without blue hair) that everything is constantly documented. According to intel from Tim (Strangely Strange) Booth, a supermarket had recently opened in Berlin called “Original Unverpakt”...

Martinmas and Armistice Day. Martinmas was considered the first day of Winter, and meteorologically “if the geese at Martin’s Day stand on ice, they will walk on mud at Christmas.” There is word of a Polar Vortex which is about to hit the East...

A few days ago, a friend named me to take up the Ice Bucket Challenge. Sorry, no d’ice. I am not taking up the Ice Bucket Challenge, because I don’t want to….which in a way is more difficult than doing it, because it is...